Vítězslav Hálek

“ All on earth is lapped in slumber,
All save the heart in my breast;
Tell me Lord of the firmament
Why hath that heart no rest.
This world so divine is silent all,
All save my heart that throbbeth ever,
Tell me Lord of the firmament
Why doth it tire never.
Thought is lulled to rest on the lap of slumber,
Day and night alternate watch are keeping,
But the heart true guardian of love eternal,
Throbs on for ever unsleeping. ”

“ Love learns forgiveness unto men,
And, cursed, curseth not again.
Who cannot sacrifice himself,
Shall ne’er to love’s pure empire rise,
And false the priest who loveth self,
More than the sacrifice. ”